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My blue-eyed beauty, Marsred, was found in front of a pharmacy a couple of years ago. She was thin, pregnant and desperately hungry, approaching everybody she saw in the hope of getting some food. I picked her up and took her with me, where she found a refuge in my garage.

Marsred was lovable and trusting from the beginning, she simply loved people. She must’ve been shooed away a billion times while she was living on the street but somehow she continued to believe that every person she met was well intentioned. That’s exactly why she was deemed perfectly adoptable. Last year, after we all moved to the shelter, I gave her up for adoption, but it was a regrettable decision. A big mistake.

Everything sounded nice and all good, but I had my doubts. Ten days later I found out that my fears were justified. The person who took Marsred and three other cats of mine didn’t plan to keep them as pets at all, but to sell them! Marsred was supposed to be sold as a Turkish Van cat.

It took all of the strength and persistence I had to get them back, one by one. Marsred was the third one to arrive. When I saw her, I could’ve cried with pure anger and helplessness. She was horribly thin and terrified of everything, completely distrustful and miserable. Every time I touched her, she would literally freeze up. She turned into something I couldn't recognize and I can only imagine what she’d been through.

Her long and slow recovery began as soon as she arrived back home. She has put on a lot of weight since and is learning to trust people again. Her confidence and trust were destroyed and now she is finally building them back. Marsred might never be as trustful as she used to be, but she's starting to resemble her old self. I haven’t heard her purr for months, but I think she licked my fingers the last time I touched her…